Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
To my right, Jacob chuckles.
“Angel.” I tip her chin up. “You were going to agree anyway.”
She’s back to pouting. If we weren’t pulling up to the hotel, I would let my brother wipe the frown off her face. I’ve seen them in action. It would take a matter of seconds. But the driver is already opening the door and in seconds, we’re guiding our stepsister through the lobby of the Four Seasons, my hand wrapped around the back of her neck, Jacob’s touch resting on the curve of her ass. Mouths drop open and faces are fanned, but people might as well get used to us now.
This arrangement has barely just begun and I already know it’s permanent.
She’s ours.
Jacob
Zoe is in a much better mood when she sees the hotel room.
She’s used to the finer things. At least since her father married into the Onasis family. But her jaw still drops at the view of the river and surrounding trees. The giant, golden claw-footed bathtub. The champagne chilling in front of the fireplace. The luxurious bedroom, complete with king-sized bed. Soft music drifts from an unknown source as we watch her flit from room to room, gasping at what she sees.
“I don’t know if you caught it…” I say to my brother. “When she mentioned she plans to go on a lot more adventures when she’s able.”
“I heard her.” His gaze drops low and I swallow hard. “Fuck her well and she won’t need adventures.”
“I heard that.” Zoe stops in front of us, cocked hip and crossed arms. All sass. “And you’re wrong. I’m going to spend a year saving up and then I’m going to wear out my passport. There’s no changing my mind.”
“Is that so?” I drawl, starting to unbutton my shirt. “Where do you plan to go?”
Her attention is hooked on the progress my fingers are making—and when I remove the shirt and drop it at my feet, she gulps, backs up a step. She’s seeing the chaos of my youth represented by a full body of tattoos. Skulls, lettering, faces, flames. She’s seeing where I channel all that restlessness, building my body into a temple with weights. Boxing. Pull ups between meetings. Now I’m going to channel it into her.
I crook a finger at her. “Come here, angel.”
Her chest expands and I see I’ve made her sweet nipples hard. “I-I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
There’s a rumble in Bridger’s chest. “Go get her, brother.”
She turns and tries to run, but I’m faster.
Within two steps, I’ve wrapped an arm around her waist. I pull her back against my chest and yank her onto tiptoes, molding my lap to her tight ass. “What’s wrong, angel?” I breathe in her ear. “Afraid you’ll like it too much?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
Bridger steps in front of her, large and imposing. The scourge of any board room he enters. His expression is stoic, but I know my brother well enough to see the almost insidious hunger in his dark eyes. Softly, he runs knuckles down Zoe’s cheek, ending at her chin—and then he rips her blouse down the middle, sending buttons flying in every direction.
He does the same to her bra, baring her tits with a savage growl.
She whimpers, her butt shifting against my thickening dick. She moves with excitement or nerves, it’s impossible to tell when I’m standing behind her. But I trust Bridger completely. I trust what he’s interpreting from her expression. “Our stepsister wants to get fucked,” he says, lowering the side zipper on her skirt and tugging it down to her ankles. “Don’t you, angel?”
Zoe makes a sobbing sound, her nearly naked body writhing in my hold.
“Answer the question,” Bridger says, his tone more commanding this time. “Do you want Jacob to ride your virgin pussy?” He yanks down her panties. “Do you want me to watch? Do you want me to get harder every time he sinks his huge cock into you?”
“Y-yes.”
I groan loudly. At the further proof she needs this as badly as we do. At the way he describes my endowment. Almost as if he’s proud of its size. As if he’s the one wielding it. On fire with a twisted kind of lust, my hand slides up her stomach to massage her apple-sized tits, right, then left, twisting my palm over her erect nipples. “Let’s get her to the bedroom.”
Zoe
I’m swept up in a hurricane.
I’m agreeing to this.
I’m appalled by it. I’m everything in between.
My blood rushes through me, a river of fire, as I’m pressed facedown over the edge of the huge bed. Jacob’s hands rake down my ass and back up, swatting it roughly. I’m seeing the room through a sexual haze, but my surroundings are clear enough to see Bridger taking a seat in the corner of the room, near the top right corner of the bed. He drops into a regal manspread and unzips his pants. Then he grips the armrests. Awaiting the show.